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Friday, December 27, 2013

Once a king in India went to Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji and
asked, “O Guru Ji! As you told us that God Himself supports His true worshiper,
but God has so many apostles, why does He support His devotees Himself? Why
does not He send His apostles to help the devotees?”

As he said this, his own son who was playing at the bank of
a nearby river slipped in the river. The king did not waited for a second and
jumped in the river right after his son to save his child.

After saving his child he returned to the Guru. The Guru
asked, “My dear friend, you were sitting here with me a minute ago and why did
you jump in the river?” King explained that his son had slipped in the river
and he went to save him.

Then the Guru asked, “Dear friend, you have so many servants
then why did you jumped in the river by yourself? Why did not you send you servants
to save him?”

The King said, “When it come to my son. I do not want to
take any chances and would do anything it takes to protect him. I love my son
very much and I do not want to lose him at any cost.”

Then Guru Ji said, “My dear friend, God loves His devotees
the same way as you love your son. That is why he Himself saves His true
worshiper.”

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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

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on the spot. Angry passengers took the conductor to the police station, who

in turn took him to the court.

The judge was not at all impressed with him and gave him capital punishment.

He was taken to the electrocution chamber. There was a single chair in the

center of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. The

conductor was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to

him. But to everyone’s amazement, he survived. The judge decided to set him

free, and he returned to his profession.

After a few months, this time, a good looking middle aged woman

tried to board the bus but the conductor didn’t stop the bus. Unfortunately,

this time also, the good looking middle aged woman came under the bus and

died on the spot.

Again angry passengers took him to the police station, who in turn

took him to the court. The judge took one look at the conductor and gave him

capital punishment. The Bus conductor was taken to the same electrocution

chamber where there was a single chair in the center of the room and

a single banana peel at one corner of the room. He was strapped to the

chair and high voltage current was given to him. This time also to

everyone’s amazement, he survived. The judge decided to set him free, and he

returned to his profession.

A couple of months later, an elderly gentleman tried to board the

bus. This time the Bus conductor, remembering his earlier experiences,

stopped

the bus. Unfortunately the elderly gentleman slipped and died due to his

injuries. The conductor was taken to the police station and then to

the court, to the same judge. Though he hadn’t done anything wrong, but

considering his past record the judge decided to set an example and

gave him capital punishment. The Bus conductor was again taken to the same

electrocution chamber where there was a single chair in the center

of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. He was

strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. This time

he died instantly !!!!!!!!!!!

The question is why didn’t he die on the first two occasions, but died

instantly the third time??

Try to solve it yourselves. This is rather interesting and answer is

perfectly logical. If necessary read the puzzle once again.

! Still you couldn’t, Then see below………

think hard

come on ………….

tired….

wanna know the answer????

ok…….. there is the Answer…………

During the first two times, the conductor was a Bad Conductor,

therefore electricity didn’t pass through him. But during the third time, he

was a good conductor, so electricity passed through him freely and he died

!!!!!!!!

Ha Ha Ha ha !!!!!!!! Obviously you gotta revise your science chapter

on Electricity ???

OK, OK….Relax…..No violence please…!!!!

(taken from venkatmails)

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Saturday, December 21, 2013

Suddenly,
a cockroach flew from somewhere and sat on a lady. She started screaming out of fear. With panic
stricken face and trembling voice, she started doing jumping, with both her
hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach. Her reaction was
contagious, as everyone in her group got cranky to what was happening. The lady
finally managed to push the cockroach to another lady in the group. Now, it was
the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama. The waiter
rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next
fell upon the waiter. The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the
behavior of the cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he
grabbed and threw it out with his fingers.

Sipping
my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few
thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their
histrionic behavior? If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled
it near to perfection, without any chaos. It is not the cockroach, but the
inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that
disturbed the ladies.

I
realized even in my case then , it is not the shouting of my father or my boss
that disturbs me, but its my inability to handle the disturbances caused by
their shouting that disturbs me.

It’s not
the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the
disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.

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Thursday, December 19, 2013

A man died, when he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.

- God said: Alright son its time to go.
- Surprised the man responded: Now? So soon? I had a lot of plans...
- I'm sorry but its time to go.
- What do you have in that suitcase? the man asked.
- God answered: Your belongings.
- My belongings? you mean my things, my clothes, my money?
-God answered: Those things were not yours they belonged to the earth.

- Is it my memories? the man asked.
-God answered: Those never belonged to you they belonged to Time.
- Is it my talents?
-God answered: Those were never yours they belonged to the circumstances.
- Is it my friends and family?
-God answered: I'm sorry they were never yours they belonged to the path.
- Is it my wife and son?
- God answered: They were never yours the belonged to your heart.
- Is it my body?
- God answered: That was never yours it belonged to the dust.
-Is it my soul?
God answered: No that is mine.
Full of fear, the man took the suitcase from God and opened it just to find out the suitcase was empty.
- With a tear coming down his cheek the man said: I never had anything???

-God answered:

God Said:
That is correct, every moment you lived were only yours. Life is just a moment. A moment that belongs to you. For this reason enjoy this time while you have it. Don't let anything that you think you own stop you from doing so.
-Live Now
-Live your life
- Don't forget to be happy, that is the only thing that matters.
- Material things and everything else that you fought for stay here.
-YOU CAN'T TAKE ANYTHING.

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Thursday, December 12, 2013

There is a room with no doors, no widows, nothing and a man is hung from the ceiling and a puddle of water is on the floor. How did he die?

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Friday, November 15, 2013

Like most normal people, you probably haven’t invested too
much of your valuable time pondering the origins of the term “Bluetooth.” As it
turns out, the ubiquitous wireless technology’s name has nothing to do with
being blue or tooth-like in appearance and has everything to do with medieval
Scandinavia.

Harald Bluetooth was the Viking king of Denmark between 958
and 970. King Harald was famous for uniting parts of Denmark and Norway into
one nation and converting the Danes to Christianity.

So, what does a turn-of-the-last-millennium Viking king have
to do with wireless communication? He was a uniter!

Harald Bluetooth

.

In the mid-1990s, the wireless communication field needed
some uniting. Numerous corporations were developing competing, non compatible
standards. Many people saw this growing fragmentation as an impediment to
widespread adoption of wireless.

One such person was Jim Kardach, an Intel engineer working
on wireless technologies. Kardach took on the role of a cross-corporate mediator
dedicated to bringing various companies together to develop an industry-wide
standard for low-power, short-range radio connectivity.

At the time, Kardach had been reading a book about Vikings
that featured the reign of Harald, whom he viewed as an ideal symbol for
bringing competing parties together, as he explained:

Bluetooth was borrowed from the 10th-century, second king of
Denmark, King Harald Bluetooth; who was famous for uniting Scandinavia just as
we intended to unite the PC and cellular industries with a short-range wireless
link.

The millennium-old shout-out doesn’t end there. The
Bluetooth logo—that cryptic symbol in a blue oval printed on the box your phone
came in—is actually the initials of Harald Bluetooth written in Scandinavian
runes

Source: Best of TechHive

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Friday, October 18, 2013

In March 1992 a man living in Newton near Boston, Massachusetts
received a bill for his as yet unused credit card stating that he owed
$0.00. He ignored it and threw it away.

In April he received another and threw that one away too. The
following month the credit card company sent him a very nasty note stating
they were going to cancel his card if he didn't send them $0.00.

He called them, talked to them, they said it was a computer error and
told him they'd take care of it.

The following month he decided that it was about time that he tried
out the troublesome credit card figuring that if there were purchases on
his account it would put an end to his ridiculous predicament.

However, in the first store that he produced his credit card in
payment for his purchases he found that his card had been canceled.

He called the credit card company who apologized for the computer
error once again and said that they would take care of it. The next day he
got a bill for $0.00 stating that payment was now overdue.

Assuming that having spoken to the credit card company only the
previous day the latest bill was yet another mistake he ignored it,
trusting that the company would be as good as their word and sort the
problem out.

The next month he got a bill for $0.00 stating that he had 10 days to
pay his account or the company would have to take steps to recover the
debt.

Finally giving in, he thought he would play the company at their own
game and mailed them a check for $0.00. The computer duly processed his
account and returned a statement to the effect that he now owed the credit
card company nothing at all.

A week later, the man's bank called him asking him what he was doing
writing a check for $0.00. After a lengthy explanation the bank replied
that the $0.00 check had caused their check processing software to fail.

The following month the man received a letter from the credit card
company claiming that his check had bounced and that he now owed them
$0.00 and unless he sent a check they would be taking steps to recover the
debt.

The man, who had been considering buying his wife a computer for her
birthday, bought her an 'old fashion' typewriter instead.

[ Author Unknown
-- received from Chris Long (chris@laughandlift.com) ]

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Monday, October 14, 2013

A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on
it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The two survivors, not
knowing what else to do, agree that they had no other recourse but to pray to
God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide
the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man
saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land and he was able to eat its
fruit. The other man’s parcel of land remained barren!
After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife.
The next day, there was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other
side of the island, again there was nothing!
Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day,
like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had
nothing!
Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave
the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island.
The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second
man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God’s
blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.
As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven
booming, “Why are you leaving your companion on the island?”
“My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them,” the
first man answered. “His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve
anything.”
“You are mistaken!” the voice rebuked him. “He had only one prayer, which I
answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings.”
“Tell me, O God,” the first man asked the voice, “What did he pray for that
I should owe him anything?”
“He prayed that all your prayers be answered.”
For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but
those of another praying for us.

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Saturday, October 12, 2013

A teacher teaching Maths to seven-year-old Laiq asked
him, “If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will
you have?”Within a few seconds Laiq replied confidently, “Four!”

The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct
answer (three). She was disappointed. “Maybe the child did not
listen properly,” she thought. She repeated, “Laiq, listen
carefully. If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many
apples will you have?”

Laiq had seen the disappointment on his teacher’s
face. He calculated again on his fingers. But within him he was
also searching for the answer that will make the teacher happy. His
search for the answer was not for the correct one, but the one that will make
his teacher happy. This time hesitatingly he replied, “Four…”

The disappointment stayed on the teacher’s face.
She remembered that Laiq liked strawberries. She thought maybe he
doesn’t like apples and that is making him loose focus. This time with an
exaggerated excitement and twinkling in her eyes she asked, “If I give you one
strawberry and one strawberry and one strawberry, then how many you will have?”

Seeing the teacher happy, young Laiq calculated on
his fingers again. There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher.
She wanted her new approach to succeed. With a hesitating smile young
Laiq enquired, “Three?”

The teacher now had a victorious smile. Her
approach had succeeded. She wanted to congratulate herself. But one
last thing remained. Once again she asked him, “Now if I give you one
apple and one apple and one more apple how many will you have?”

Promptly Laiq answered, “Four!”

The teacher was aghast. “How Laiq, how?” she
demanded in a little stern and irritated voice.

In a voice that was low and hesitating young
Laiq replied, “Because I already have one apple in my bag.”

“When someone gives you an answer that is different from
what you expect don’t think they are wrong. There may be an angle that
you have not understood at all. You will have to listen and understand, but
never listen with a predetermined notion.”

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Thursday, October 10, 2013

A small boy at summer camp received a large package of cookies
in the mail from his mother. He ate a few, then placed the remainder under his
bed. The next day, after lunch, he went to his tent to get a cookie. The box
was gone.

That
afternoon a camp counselor, who had been told of the theft, saw another boy
sitting behind a tree eating the stolen cookies. “That young man,” he said to
himself, “must be taught not to steal.”

He returned to the group and sought out the boy whose cookies
had been stolen. “Billy,” he said, “I know who stole your cookies. Will you
help me teach him a lesson?”

“No, that would only make him resent and hate you”, the
counselor explained. “I want you to call your mother and ask her to send you
another box of cookies.”

The boy did as the counselor asked and a few days later received
another box of cookies in the mail.

“Now,” said the counselor, “the boy who stole your cookies is
down by the lake. Go down there and share your cookies with him.”

“But…..,” protested the boy, “he’s the thief.”

“I know. But try it–see what happens.”

Half an hour later the camp counselor saw the two come up the
hill, arm in arm. The boy who had stolen the cookies was earnestly trying to get
the other to accept his jack knife in payment for the stolen cookies, and the
victim was just as earnestly refusing the gift from his new friend, saying that
a few old cookies weren’t that important anyway.

Moral

With the right course of action, you can make friendship even
with your enemies.

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

One morning I wasted nearly an hour watching a tiny ant carry a huge feather
cross my back terrace. Several times it was confronted by obstacles in its path
and after a momentary pause it would make the necessary detour.
At one point the ant had to negotiate a crack in the concrete about 10mm
wide. After brief contemplation the ant laid the feather over the crack, walked
across it and picked up the feather on the other side then continued on its
way.
I was fascinated by the ingenuity of this ant, one of the smallest
creatures. It served to reinforce the miracle of creation. Here was a minute
insect, lacking in size yet equipped with a brain to reason, explore, discover
and overcome. But this ant, like the two-legged co-residents of this planet,
also shares human failings.
After some time the ant finally reached its destination – a flower bed at
the end of the terrace and a small hole that was the entrance to its
underground home. And it was here that the ant finally met its match. How could
that large feather possibly fit down small hole?
Of course it couldn’t. So the ant, after all this trouble and exercising
great ingenuity, overcoming problems all along the way, just abandoned the
feather and went home.
The ant had not thought the problem through before it began its epic journey
and in the end the feather was nothing more than a burden.Isn’t our life like that?
We worry about our family; we worry about money or the lack of it, we worry
about work, about where we live, about all sorts of things. These are all
burdens – the things we pick up along life’s path and lug them around the
obstacles and over the crevasses that life will bring, only to find that at the
destination they are useless and we can’t take them with US……

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Sunday, October 6, 2013

A man was working on his
motorcycle on his patio and his wife was in the house in the kitchen. The man
was racing the engine on the motorcycle and somehow, the motorcycle slipped
into gear. The man, still holding the handlebars, was dragged through a glass
patio door and the motorcycle dumped onto the floor inside the house. The wife,
hearing the crash, ran into the dining room, and found her husband lying on the
floor, cut and bleeding, the motorcycle lying next to him and the patio door
shattered. The wife ran to the phone and summoned an ambulance.

Because they lived on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the several
flights of long steps to the street to direct the paramedics to her husband.
After the ambulance arrived and transported the husband to the hospital, the
wife uprighted the motorcycle and pushed it outside.

Seeing that gas had spilled on the floor, the wife obtained some paper towels,
blotted up the gasoline, and threw the towels in the toilet.

The husband was treated at the hospital and was released to come home.

After arriving home, he looked at the shattered patio door and the damage done
to his motorcycle. He became despondent, went into the bathroom, sat on the
toilet and smoked a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, he flipped it
between his legs into the toilet bowl while still seated. The wife, who was in
the kitchen, heard a loud explosion and her husband screaming. She ran into the
bathroom and found her husband lying on the floor. His trousers had been blown
away and he was suffering burns on the buttocks, the back of his legs and his
groin.

The wife again ran to the phone and called for an ambulance.

The same ambulance crew was dispatched and his wife met them at the street. The
paramedics loaded the husband on the stretcher and began carrying him to the
street. While they were going down the stairs to the street accompanied by the
wife, one of the paramedics asked the wife how the husband had burned himself.
She told them and the paramedics started laughing so hard, one of them tipped
the stretcher and dumped the husband out.

He fell down the remaining steps and broke his ankle

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Saturday, October 5, 2013

A British officer, Major Summerford, while fighting in the
fields of Flanders in February 1918 was knocked off his horse by a flash of
lightning and paralyzed from the waist down. Summerford retired and moved to
Vancouver.

One day in 1924, as
he fished alongside a river, lightning hit the tree he was sitting under and
paralyzed his right side. Two years later Summerford was sufficiently recovered
that he was able to take walks in a local park. He was walking there one summer
day in 1930 when a lightning bolt smashed into him, permanently paralyzing him.

He died two years later. But lightning sought him out one
last time. Four years later, during a storm, lightning struck a cemetery and
destroyed a tombstone. The deceased buried here? Major Summerford.

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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Counting Cholesterol

The National Cholesterol Education Program (NCEP) issued this data about adult guidelines for total cholesterol, LDL cholesterol (the bad stuff), and HDL cholesterol (the good stuff). These cholesterol numbers apply to people ages 20 to 74:

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